Friday, January 21, 2005

Where's Protest Warrior When You Need Them?

There's a small anti-neocon protest going on outside of my office right now. I ducked downstairs to see what it was all about. The usual: Signs saying "Bombing for Peace is like Fucking for Virginity"; "Here's a new policy: Fuck You"; "U.S. Out of the Middle East"; that sort of thing. A fellow carrying a guitar had a sticker saying "Republicans are Nazis."

One clever duo were dressed up as Bush and Cheney. Bush was wearing a crown with "666" on it, had bloody hands, and was carrying a bottle of motor oil which he mimed drinking from. Also, he had strings attached to his arms and shoulders which were connected to a wooden cross which Cheny was holding. Get it! The president is just Dick Cheney's marionette! I mean, where do they come up with this stuff? It's gold, Jerry!

The building is in lockdown. One of the protestors, trying the doors, became frustrated. "How are the other fascists going to get into the building?" he asked our nice security guard.

So goes the lefty fringe. Or at least I think they were the fringe. Sometimes it's hard to tell.